Wednesday, 4 July 2007

All Cos Of 30 Pence........

Ok.......... First thing I have to make clear, I aint no snob....... Im so far from being a snob that its scarey........ I was bought up, for the first 13 years of me life on one of the roughest council estates in the south of England..... I cant be a snob...... apart from the fact that we actually had flowers in our front garden and no 'jacked up cars' LOL...... thats besides the point........

I like people for people and not for what level in society they find themselves in...... I just need to clear that up, before I post whats in me head.....

So, this week me washing machine stopped pumping the water away..... so me brain says...... ring Graham the washing machine man and he will come sort it out..... but first I thought it best to get the wet washing out, so it would be easier for when he came round...... well someone should of told me that if ya try and open the front loader that is full of washing and water and is continuing to fill up, that once you open the door then 4 or so gallons of water will come whooshing out all over ya feet and the floor LOL....... well thats what I did, opened the door and whoooosh....... all over me kitchen floor, me and Jacob was running around for the second time this week screaming and laffing and grabbing towels....... ya see....... a few days ago I flooded me kitchen in about 1 1/2 inches of water, when I left the tap in the sink running and went to answer the phone and was chatting away for 20 minutes, when I hear WTF and ran to the kitchen to find a flood...... so as you can tell I am use to water flooding me kitchen.......Im sure its a sign, cos we was taking the mickey out of the flooded northerners..... signs its all in the signs.....

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This is the flood, all the yuck from under all the appliances came flooding out lol even a half chewed dried up frog, which fat cat grabbed like a piece of that dried up jerky doodle munch on.....and he ran off down the garden with his treat...

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This is my jacob almost at the end of mopping lol.......

Anyways.......Graham couldnt fix me machine cos 30p worth or change from me lads pockets had jammed the pump which in turn had caught fire which in turn had put a strain on the rest of the motor and had burnt out the onboard muvverboard computer....... Graham was supprised I hadnt caught the house on fire....... :)....... so I said with all the water that Ive flooded the kitchen this week, it would of been easy to put out lol......... he just shook his head......this machine is only 2 or so years old, and the plumbing in of that is another story LMFAO...

So, imagine this........ 4 sons........ two 5 foot piles of washing including bedding from 5 beds..... and NO washing machine.........

I know, I will ring me matie Ann and she will let me use her washing machine....... so I rings and explains....... and she laffs and says........... Im not going to let you use me washing machine because you NEED to experience the 'Laundrette' first hand.......... so I says........ dont be daft, I dont DO Daisy Dampwashes(me name for laundrettes)....... then she said, today will be a first........... but, I say, strange people are known to frequent those places....... you see its sort of a mean standing joke here that only the 'weirdos' dont own a washing machine and spend afternoon upon afternoon in the laundrette....... rocking back and forth and mumbling to themselves.....

Please remember I aint a snob lol.......

So, I thought, sod it, sod Ann, I'll go to the Daisy Damp Wash....... she said....... make sure you have plenty of change for the machines, your own washing powder and fabric conditioner....... dont brush your hair, have a fag hanging out of your mouth and shove ya washing in black bin bags..... you will fit right in LOL....... OH SHE THOUGHT THIS WAS SOOOOOO FUNNY.......

I mean, its only a laundrette right, and normal people must go there to right, cos I mean, Im normal and I have to go there today to experience the other side of life......

So I shove Sprite in me car with the BIGGEST OF BIGGEST bags with at least 4 washing loads in...... its up the road about 2 miles, and when I get there its tipping it down and I shove Sprite in the buggy, hang me bag with me money, me book, Sprites dinner and a drink on the handle of the baby buggy and then try to carry the HUGE bag of washing whilst pushing the buggy with one hand........ it was not a good sight lol.....

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This is the said Daisy DampWash, snapped on our way home from trampolining last night, I made Jacob and Aimie get out the car and take the photo, they blank stared at me...... it was to much to explain lol....

Ding, I open the door to the laundrette, well if you have seen the film Deliverence, you will know what I was met with........ there's me, pushing the door open with me bum dragging the buggy and heaving the washing..... as I get in the Daisy Damp Wash....... its dead silence, and 8 heads turn and blank stare at me....... just staring me out....... bleedin freaks....... Im so glad I hadnt brushed me hair, cos at least I sort of fitted in a little.......

Ok, you see, I aint never been in a laundrette before, and as I stood there in human silence with just the whirl of machines humming and spinning, a huge shadow of doubt on my ability to fit into the normal world hit me.......

I had no clue as to what I was doing lol....... so to break the ice and to maybe get a bit of life into the place, I say real loud.......... OK, as you probably realise I have no clue as to what to do, or what machine does what....... so, anyone gonna help me suss out whats what........ blank stares........ come on, you all seem to know the routine...... blank stares......... in me head I have banjo music playing...... so, it looks like Im on me own, I can do this, its just a bloody daisy damp wash, how difficult can it be.......

So I park the buggy away from the freaks and take the first 4 washing machines nearest the door........ ok, I say, why are these machines different, can I just use anyone? or are there different machines for different things....... blank stares........ ok ignore the ignoring freaks suss it out, me head is saying...... so I load the 4 machines and try and find instructions lol....... non....... so I guess....... then look for where to put the powder etc...... shit, I'll have to ask........ ok, you lot *big smile* noticing when they smurked there seemed to be a lack of teeth...... ok, surely someone will tell me where to put the powder..... give me a break will ya......... in the top someone eventually mumbles..... yeah well like I would know that, cos Im short and the machines was well tall lol......

Four machines bubbling away...... time to sit and feed Sprite and enjoy the company of freaks......

I had told me matie that I was taking me book and if anyone tried to talk to me I would just say 'I own me own house, this is a book, do you know what a book is, please leave me alone, I dont belong here' lol I had it all worked out in me head....... some of these freaks were real proper freaks, one bloke stood for 40 minutes in front of the tumble drier watching it go round and round, I sat near the door ready to make a run for it if it turned nasty....... I WAS OUT OF ME DEPTHS.........

Me machines stopped one at a time, so I grab this plastic washing basket thing, it was sooooooo plastic lol I do not think these people would of known what a wicker washing basket was lol......... aint I mean......... so, I grab this basket which was on the bench and start to unload the first machine, when this loud voice says........ THATS MINE....... so I looks around to see this 'freak' not 12 inches from me, repeating, THATS MINE.......oh, I say, well you aint using it at the moment, do you mind if I just unload into it to put we wash in the tumble drier....... BUT ITS MINE she says......... I know, I realise its your, but I wont break it and your machine is still spinning, you see, I didnt bring one, actually I dont even own one...... going for the sympathy vote....... BUT ITS MINE........... deep breath....... ok OK keep me, it dont matter....... smiling sweetly....... so after 4 walks the whole length of the daisy damp wash, transferring me wet washing to a tumble drier and just about to put the money in when the same woman says......... THATS MINE......... I know, I said, thats why I didnt use it.......... NO, she says, THE TUMBLE DRIER IS MINE.......... now, as far as I could work out, one is not allow to bag a machine when its empty........ and now hot and steamed up, I says........ well Im right sorry but your machine aint finished and mine is so, looks like your out of luck...... shove me money in and stare the woman out......jebus this place is well scarey.......

Ding, the door opens, all heads turn yet again....... even mine, shit, Im becoming one of them.....Oh my goodness, a face I knew, I knew the face coming through the door...... it was the woman that lived in the next road to me whos hubby is a taxi owner and does airport runs........ I almost run to her in joy....... the look on me face must of said it all.....she came over and said, what you doing here lol...... so I explained and she well laffed....... safety in numbers right, now there was 2 of us, well and sprite but at one she didnt count...... the woman was there to wash duvets lol..... thank the lord for dirty duvets....... now let the freaks start...... bring it on......

2 1/2 hours later, with me dry washing back in the huge bag, hot and sweaty I head for the door.......... bye, I say...... it was nice meeting you all......... are you here every Tuesday?......... mumbles of, yes its when we get our government benefits....... I say......... ok...... lets make it a date for next Tuesday then....... NOT......

I have never been so pleased to get out a place in me life....... I had visions of being dragged and shoved into the huge tumble drier and the weirdo bloke just standing there watching me go round and round.........

I came home and got on line and ordered a new washing machine, I DONT care that its 400 quid ($800), I would rather find a stream and a rock then to face the Daisy DampWash on a Tuesday........ I wonder what the clientelle would be like on a Thursday...... well, its a thought......

So, cos me lads left 30p in the pockets of their trousers, it cost me 400 quid for a new machine, which will take 1-3 weeks to be delivered, so they are gonna wear dirty clothes cos I aint doing the Daisy Damp Wash no more....... I think I need to start checking trouser pockets......

Ok, sorry, more then enough Twaddle for a 4th of July- oh - HAPPY 4th of JULY you doodles - aint you glad we let you win that one :) or we would never of heard the last of it from ya LOL.......xxxx

44 comments:

Scots said...

Putting yourself in danger all in the line of motherly duty ... god I love you more every day!!!!!

I hope yer lads appreciate the mental torture and trauma that they have caused you to go through! I'd be looking for compensation .. for ... um let me see ..... for a bloody long time!

Let the boys take yer washing down to the "daisy damp wash" [I love it] as their 'punishment' for not emptying their pockets ... and just to make them appreciate ... make it a duvet wash day too ... and to top it all ... on a Tuesday!

I am NOT a sadistic person ... honest! :o)

xxxx

the psycho therapist said...

in me head I have banjo music playing...

...time to sit and feed Sprite and enjoy the company of freaks...

...if anyone tried to talk to me I would just say 'I own me own house, this is a book, do you know what a book is, please leave me alone, I dont belong here'...

I WAS OUT OF ME DEPTHS


YOU ARE ONE OF THE FUNNIEST HUMANS I HAVE EVER MET. PERIOD!

Marmettini, I could not stop laughing at your telling. Just. the. best.

Gurl, y'all need a job in comedy writing.

Love to you and remember, nobody *here* LET anybody *there* win anything. You want it back? I'll start with three: Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld. Okay, okay, okay...you can have Paris.

*muah
:)

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OrdinaryShark said...

That had me laughing so much. I believe I have somewhere in the neighborhood of 4 to 6 plastic laundry bins. Does this put me in league with the Beautiful Launderette crowd? I'll have to start collecting my change. Tuesday you say. Where do I sign up for these gov'ment bennies? And I must admit, I know, relatively recently, the glorious feeling of opening the washer door and having the water all come gushing out. After three time it occurred to me that there might actually be something wrong and I had my version of Graham come fix it.
Thanks for letting us win that one. But is that how we thank our French allies by naming our worst after them?
Happy 4th all.

The Fool said...

Too funny, M-Toasty. My dryer up and died sometime last week. The laundromat won't let you just come around and do the drying bit...you've got to get your clothes wet there too, otherwise - hang your own line. P-T and I were talking, and she convinced me what an adventure it would be...so, like you, I grabbed my camera and a book. I wanted to take Wittgenstein, just so I could enter and shout, "I have come to join you, dregs! Who wants to chitter Wittgenstein!" But ol' Witt's a bore, so I grabbed the book with the bright pink cover (just daring someone to ask or comment, eh?). My expedition was a 3-loader, and yeah...folks do look at you funny when you start taking pics in a laundromat. Also, you sure can burn the quarters. Sitting on top of the machines to get your moneys worth out of things isn't nearly as thrill-seeking as the carney rides. Still, you've got to get your money's worth. I thought about writing a post...but you've done aces here. I'll post a fish-eye I took of my three machines doing the wet tumble, and link to your story instead...thanks for the smiles, matie.

:)

JBelle said...

Too bad you didn't have a pellet gun. I think the whole thing would have gone much smoother with a pellet gun.

Akelamalu said...

Oh Lord, you do get in some situations! Send the boys next time. :)

Scots said...

jbelle ... I am worrying about you - there is a slight wiff of violent tendancies!! hahahaha with the heightened state of alert this place is in ... can you imagine the headlines!?! LMFAO

Interplanet Janet said...

ROTFL.... I agree with Wendy.

Mel, you need to write a book. "The Life and Times of Marmite Toasty". It would be an international sensation. :) Seriously think about it.

JBelle - I totally agree about the pellet gun. What a brilliant idea... ;)

MarmiteToasty said...

~((((Scottie))))~ its nice to be loved LOL..... I think I went beyond the call of duty on this one, I could of been seriously injured if 'the freaks' had ganged up on me with their bin bags and plastic washing baskets :).....xxxxx

~(((((((((Wendy)))))))))~ oh hush, I can only type whats in me head from real life LOL....... it would be like banging me ead against the kerb LOL........and stop laffing about me life lol

and does Paris come with the Eiffel Tower :) arhhhh Paris in the spring time would be nice :).......xxxxxxxx

~(((((((((Sharkie)))))))))~ thinking you was more of a wicker man LOL..... ok ok, why so many *whispering* plastic laundry baskets? aye? aye?

You did it 3 times? lol, what are you, some bloody dinlo or what? ;)....xxxxxx

~(((((foolie)))))~ you mean Daisy Damp Washes are the same the world over?....... I just fanked god for dirty duvet tuesday LOL....Oh please, please write your post :)....do you know I had me camera in me bag, I was soooooo tempted to take pics of the 'freaks' but it was more then me life was worth lol....xxxxxxx

~(((((((JBelle)))))))~ DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHIT I would of been in just for carrying a pellet gun outside of me house? do ya? do aye?...... I would be eating porridge and piddling in a bucket tonight if I had done that yesterday lol...... *cough* we aint allowed even to do pellet guns outside our properties now ya know........but maybe I could go next tuesday and invite a couple of them back for tea LOL.......xxxxxxxx

~((((ake)))))~ do you know, I try to live a simple life..... believe me, I sooooooo try...... I must be a magnet for shitheads lol......xxxx

~((((Scottie))))~ can you imagine lol.........pstttt...... I dont think these doodles have a clue ;).....xxx

~((((Interplanet Janet))))~ shouting up to Scottie, notice Janet is trying to get me killed also lol.....

you hush to...... and go through me agent MrSharkie LOL..... xxxxxxx

Silver Valley Girl said...

Do you have an down time in your life? I love reading about your adventures, and find it interesting that, no matter what part of the world you are in, laundromats seem to be the same. You are such a great story teller...think about writing that memoir!! Great idea.

Dr.John said...

I loved it. It reminds me of when my son opened the door on the walk in bathtub before he let the water out and there was water everywhere.

the psycho therapist said...

Too bad you didn't have a pellet gun. I think the whole thing would have gone much smoother with a pellet gun.

There's also nothing like Schmeebsie's dry "material". She zips in, ba da bing, zips out.

Excellent straight man, um, woman.

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Peanut said...

Well, at least you had enough common sense to take a book with you, which isn't too conspicuous.

Back in the winter, when there was so much snow on the ground, I decided I didn't want to plough my way over to the laundry room on the site here, but would stop at the DDW on the way home from work. Well, so far so good..

Except that I took my knitting.. By the time I got to my third or fourth row, I was becoming very aware of the fact that I was being watched.

I looked up and found 6 pairs of eyes just staring at my hands.. lol

Next time I took the book! lol

Jade said...

I'm gonna remember this every time I empty Ryan's nasty pockets. I'll remember it and I promise I won't complain anymore, 'cause at least I know I won't end up shoved in a dryer doing laundry...

ciara said...

blimey ((((mel anyone's for 30 pence lmao))) 400 quid for a washer? that must be one fancy machine! lol i, too, have a few plastic baskets, like sharky..but i prefer my collapsing hampers to tote me dirty/clean laundry in. laundromats are scary aren't they? last time i went was bout 2 years ago to wash bedding. luckily there were no 'regulars' in there lol hope ya still like me plastic baskets and all lol xo

fatty said...

i had some old rugs i was going to throw out and decided i could probably just take them to the laundromat and once cleaned, i could still use them.
in the middle of the washing cycle i realized i was "out of me depths"...
i left and never looked back.. i wonder which "freak" took home my rugs... or rolled a dead body up in them.. ackkkkkk

raymond pert said...

I'll be the minority voice here. I enjoy laundromat. Saves me a lot of time when the love birds in the basement are running the machines day and night and even when the machines are open it takes me a lot longer to do my wash. At the laundromat it takes about the same time as one load give or take the difference in time to load and unload.

Oh shit! And I fit in.

I like to stand a foot from the dryer and watching it spin.

I like to sit and mumble to myself.

I like havin' a beer or two out of a paper bag.

I give the newbies a blank stare, too. My stare says, "Hey, dude/dudette, the directions are on the machine. Deal."

In fact, the machines in the basement are loaded right now with the lovebirds' laundry and the Deke has hers in the laundry queue. It's like 747's lining up on the runway.

It'll make my life a lot easier to go to the laundromat.

I think I'm there tomorrow.

Mom not Mum said...

serves you right lol I have friends all over who have had to mop out flooded basements and kitchens from the rain - it's karma ya know. LOL

I am not one to enter a laundromat either - no thank you!

Mom not Mum said...

AND LMAO Fatty. Hope you got yourself some better rugs!

Phil said...

You won! You won! My kids have named our gnome "Nigel" after your suggestion.

Send me an email (blogATpkmecoDOTcom) and the Paul McCartney CD will be winging its way to you very soon.

Mone said...

hahaha, I found you over at fools side, that was such a funny story and that you had nerves to make pics of the floding, hahaha, very cool!

OrdinaryShark said...

Why so many *plastic* /whispering/ baskets? Well initially everyone had one for their own wash and then I pick up strays , ahem...well out of the waste stream. While I prefer to use non plastic items I just can't stand for a perfectly serviceable one to go to the trash to energy plant down Biddefrog way, so, they serve duty as collection point and carrying bins for an assortment of item. Officially, I'll say I have a few, er.., several. Shall I send one over?

stephen with a ph said...

You SNOB...LMFAO ;-)

B.R.M said...

I need you to email me your snail mail address!

I know you can't send me Ben and Jerry's but I have your spice for ya!

Jen said...

I, too, learned the hard way to check my boys' pockets. But instead of money, they have toys and rocks and sticks and bugs and candy in theirs. :)

Another great story! Your posts make my day. Thanks.

headless chicken said...

You are so brave....I'd be way too scared to go in a launderette...especially round these parts...not only would the people in them obviously be common council-estate benefit-fraud types but Foresters too....you know the sort...one (sometimes two) lazy eye/s, sugar-puff teeth,and that look that suggests a fire in the cab. I'm talking just like the film 'Devils Rejects',no exaggeration! Now that's scarey!!!

josh williams said...

Well its in the air, I came to be here via Fools site. I had to replace my dryer recently not because it made a god awfull noise or because it took hours to dry a dish rag, I had to buy a new one because me underwear kept getting snagged and then twisted into a knot leaving a hole. Well as a rule I try not to wear undergarments with holes in them, in case I am in an accident, nevermind there will be hole-less undergarment filled with bodily functions but at least no holes. I bought new underware and the beast started taking bites at them, I lost a shirt or two to the cause and then I just gave in and bought a new dryer, its dreamy! Thank you for your story and your tolerance JW

FatcatPaulanne said...

LoL. My kids broke my dryer with a a stick. It fell into the lint basket and someone couldn't get it out, so they didn't ask Mom or Dad, just went ahead and ran a load through. It wasn't good for the dryer motor and now I've got a new one!

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((SilverValleyGirl)))~ :) memoirs? LOL. Im no writter... and my life would bore anyone to tears LOL......xxx

~((((dr.john)))~ you have a walk in bath? WTF lol...... have I lead a sheltered life or what? LOL....xx

~(((Wendy)))~ that Schmeeebs be dry as a bone lol.. either that or she is just trying the 'peer pressure' and wants to get me into trouble....xxxxxx

~((((((((Peanut))))))))~ I actually never got a chance to get me book out, I think it was there as an emergency club to smash someone round the lugoles with if the freaks got out of hand lol.....xxxxxx

~((((jade))))~ I should of learnt to empty pockets after I left my Sams Ipod in his pocket and put it through the 60 degree wash lol...... xxxx

~((((ciara ho)))~ 400 quid is a cheap machine lol...... you lot dont realise how cheap you live lol - you and sharkie are both, 'love me, love me plastic baskets' lol.......xxxxxx

~((((fatty)))))~ ROTF....... I left a grocery trolley once in ASDA loaded up, after an hour of shopping, something came over me and I just couldnt be arsed..... so I left it in the aisle lol...... jebus, I wonder what became of the ice-cream bars LOL.......xxxx

~((((MrP))))~ we will make you the exception that we love LOL....... :)...... ok, everyone, lets all chip in and buy Mr and MrP a washing machine LOL......xxxxx

~(((momNmum)))~ yep it was karma lol..... I should learn to keep me big gob shut ........xxx

~((((phil)))~ I actually WON :) getting a McCartney CD will be like transporting coals to newcastle lol........ thinking you wont ave a clue what that means lol...... I'll send ya me snail address - mega chufted or what...... oh and tell the nippers ya pronounce 'nigel' as 'nigh jill' :).....xxxx

~(((mone)))~ welcome to the nuthouse....... always pictures :)...... scroll back and look at some of the pictures lmfao......xxxx

~(((((Sharkie))))~ dont worry, I will still love ya, even though you have this festish with PLASTIC washing baskets ;)......xxxxx

~(((((stephen with a ph))))~ ok Im a snob LMFAO............ no I aint really........xxx

~((((brm))))~ wooo hooo you are the bees knees :).... let me know the damage in dosh and I will send ya it :)......xxxxxx

OOPSsss gotta scarper....... I'll reply to the other posts in a bit :).....xx

MarmiteToasty said...

~((((Jen))))~ my Jacobs pockets are usually full of elastic bands and water bombs lol.....and they are murder when they get through the filter........ I SHOULD OF LEARNT....

make my day punk LOL how come those words flashed in me head with your words lol.......xxxx

~(((headless chicken))))~ you bloody snob lol...... xxxx

~((((josh)))))~ welcome to the house of the insane :)......dont you know you NEED holes in ya undies.... I mean, how else would ya get ya legs in ;)...

and pssttt josh..... a tumble drier in this house is for emergencies only..... peg ya washing on the line maties.... then no more gobbled up knickers LOL......xx

~(((((fatcatpaulann)))~ welcome :) - well me tumble drier is ok, but me washing machine is well knackered..........

I should tell the story of me and mad moira and the tumble drier and the kitten LMFAO.....xxxx

Lynda said...

Ugh! Reminds me of the last time I went to the laudromat. I noticed in your picture even the U was crooked. ROFL!

The only difference with ours is that you aren't allowed to have a fag hanging from your mouth. At least I don't think so. Maybe things are different in Indiana, because someone definately wasn't following the rules, if they aren't. In California, no smoking.

I am just glad I have my own washer. And now I am glad my husband just leaves paper towels in his pockets, instead of money.

toadman said...

You have to stop this Mel.. this making me laugh during my lunch hour...people think I'm bloody mad.. but they'd be fairly accurate in that assumption anyway, I think..

I'm currently trying to think of some fun and interesting thing you can do on your next visit to the Launderette. Something like this:

You know that baby doll you have hanging in the back of your van? Carry it in like it's a real baby...coo at it and talk to it... then bung it in the washer and crank it on and see how many people notice..

heh...

toadman said...

Or.. better yet.. take the cow skull to the Launderette. Tell everyone it's your friend, then start talking to it about everything while you're washing is running.

The Woman said...

I'm no snob either, but I've had a few of those "Deliverance" moments myself! ROFLMBO

Side Note said...

I finally realized why I like your blog so much.

Bugwit said...

Congrats on all your new friends! Be sure and take pics of the Tuesday afternoon washing club for us!

;-)

MarmiteToasty said...

~(((lynda)))~ :) I dont smoke lol..... its just a mean saying here about skanks lol ya know, they always have a fag in there mouths..... and with the new smoking ban that came in here on 1 July there is NO smoking in public places no more...... hooooowoooooo atbleedinlast....

aint it funny how ALL Daisy Damp Washes have a loose letter above the door LOL

Ive always had a washing machine and with 4 sons it was a must lol...... and Ive always had a tumble drier BUT I only use it in the winter when absolutely necessary...... one I LOVE pegging me washing on the line and two... why waste energy and use the electric when there is fresh air and a breeze to dry clothes natures way :).......

And, oh my goodness, my Jacob left a tissue in his school black trousers once and they came out so fluffy I had to lob them in the bin LOL ......xxxxx

~((((Toadie))))~ there ya go again, laffing at me life lol..... :) ...... and for your information THERE WILL NOT BE A NEXT TIME lol..... no NO nope......

but the doll thing would be funny....... when we was down Southsea at the hotwalls one evening last summer, watching the harbour traffic in and out, we found a doll on the pebbles that some kid must of left during the day........ so we lobbed it into the channel hoping the huge ferry from France would run it over LOL..... ya see, its great down the hotwalls on that little bit of beach cos the ferrys are no more then 30 foot from the waters edge its an amazing sight....... so we lob this doll in and the current takes it right out and then the ebb must of caught it and it drifts back towards the little fishing pier and swings round and comes back right onto shore where we first lobbed it in, it was so funny, so we lobbed it out again and sam and jacob and there maties was shouting........'OH MY BABY, SAVE MY BABY' and people on the ferry must of thought it was a real baby cos within minutes the harbour police shot out the dockyard on a jetski and a rescue boat LMFAO...... we so got told off..... hehehehehehehehe :) ........xxxx

ps........ cowie is going on walk about this coming week, hopefully the weather is turning today :)...xx

~(((((the woman))))~ do you know, I often have banjo music playing in me head LOL...... xxxxx

~(((SideNote)))~ you have? you do? ok EXPLAIN lol.......xxxx

~(((Bugs))))~ always good to make new friends lol..... ya never know when they might want a scab picking or a nose wiped :)...... LOL ..... xxxx

cookieboy said...

ROFLMAO!! I KNEW this would be good when you opened your front-loader while it was still filling up! and daisy damps - sounds like you meet such nice people there mel!!!!


Lova ya!

MGM said...

Ha! I've sooooo experienced something very much like you described. Not the flooding washing machine, but the visit to the laundrymat (which is what we call it in "these" parts). May be a slightly different term for the place, but amazingly, the regulars must be the same regardless of the place's name or the continent on which it lives. I saw the same people you described the last time I needed to wash my king size flannel bed quilt.

BTW, thanks for visiting my blog and dropping a comment. I'll be back to yours to read more!

MarmiteToasty said...

~((((((cookieboy)))))))~ I aint a snob ya know lol.... hehehehehe.......and stop laffing everytime you come over here :)...xxxx

~((MGM)))~ welcome to the mad house, feel free to scroll back some and check out the loons that post here lol......

It certainly seems that Daisy Damp Washes are the same the world over lol.....xxxx

SORRY I AINT BEEN AROUND TO READ AND COMMENT ON MANY BLOBS THIS PAST WEEK..... JUST BEEN BUSY AS A FLY ON POO........ I hope to catch up today :)......xxx

ciara said...

hey, i'll have u know i don't smoke either...so guess i'm not really a skank now, eh? lol like i told ya, can't peg our wash. one, cuz it would be dirty 2 mins after hanging outside, and two, we ain't allowed to do that in this community. we have to have the community looking 'beautiful' and 'clean' at all times lol

OrdinaryShark said...

Hey Marmy you really do have to go back now that Toad has made such good suggestions on what to do. And maybe, just maybe, all the folks there will turn out to be just like you, people who've had their washers go on the fritz and needed a place to wash their knickers and they've all put on a persona to avoid all the weirdos and they all have computeres and will become new readers to your blob.
Nah.

MarmiteToasty said...

~((((Ciara anyones for a clean pair of knickers)))~ how dare someone tell you what you can and cant peg out in your own back garden....... you aint no skank lol......xxxx

~(((((((((Sharkie))))))))~ nah, so aint going there lol....... watch for the your postman on Wednesdayish...... Ive sent me washing over for you to do LOL..........xxxxxxx

Ol' Lady said...

I understand about the types who are always at the laundrymat...they make me wonder.
My washer had to be replaced not too long ago...it kept filling and filling for about an hour!...when Ol Man went to the basement to get something and then hollard fer his rubber boots I just knew something wasn't right, cause ya shouldn't have to wear rubber boots to do laundry.